by Nikki Sloane
“What do you think?” Logan said to Dominic, nodding toward the glowing neon sign that announced the private rooms.
“Let’s do it.” Dominic gathered up our supplies and the ice bucket holding the champagne.
“We’re leaving?” Evie sucked in a breath, probably horrified at how disappointed that had come out sounding.
“No, Evie,” Dominic said. “I’m gonna buy Logan a lap dance. You get to pick out the girl.”
The future Mr. and Mrs. Stone exchanged a glance. Choose wisely, Evie. I needed him to beg for sex so we could both win our little competitions.
Logan’s intense eyes stared down at her. “You should do the lap dance. You’re the hottest girl in here.”
Dominic cleared his throat, but Logan remained unfazed. Thankfully Evie didn’t fall for it, and she scanned the room, evaluating the girls working the floor. Her focus settled on a leggy brunette with shoulder-length hair and a pretty face, and sexy librarian glasses that were probably just for show. Yet they made her look cute and studious, which would definitely appeal to anal-retentive Logan.
“Her,” Evie said. Her smug voice matched her expression, saying she was confident in this decision.
We went to the bouncer waiting beside the doorway, and I pointed out who we wanted to come join us in our private party. He nodded, wrote it down on a clipboard, and told us we were in room three.
The narrow hallway was dimly lit and bare bones, and there were a total of three rooms judging by the numbers on the door. I opened ours and was pleasantly surprised. It had a large tufted couch in red and two black chairs opposite it, with a low table in the center for our drinks. In the corner, a lit platform surrounded a pole. The hallway had been kind of gross, but this was nice.
Dominic and I each took a chair as Logan sat on the couch. “Come here,” he said to his fiancé. “Are you okay with this?”
She let out a short laugh. “Me? Yeah.”
It did seem silly to ask, given what we’d done, but at the same time I appreciated how important Evie’s level of comfort was to him. He always did his best not to fuck up with her again.
“Let’s establish rules,” Logan said.
Evie gave him a dubious look. “You want more rules?”
“Guidelines,” he amended. “I’m allowed to touch you. Kiss you. Everything except for sex is fair game.”
Evie bit down on her lip and shook her head. “Part of the rule is no nudity—”
“As long as I don’t violate that.”
She didn’t get a chance to answer him, for a sharp knock came from the door, and it swung open a half-second later. The leggy brunette with glasses. She was even cuter up close. Good.
She gave a shy smile, undoubtedly part of her act. “I’m Tracy. Someone wanted a dance?”
Dominic pointed out Logan. “He’s getting married next weekend.”
Tracy made the appropriate small talk that was probably club required, congratulating Logan. Thankfully, I didn’t have to do that when I’d been seeing clients at the blindfold club, because I fucking sucked at talking.
The garter around Tracy’s thigh was holding a lot of twenties, and I wondered how much she made a night. Nowhere near as much as I did at the blindfold club I was sure, but she also made hers legally. She fidgeted with her lacy red bra and matching panties, as if anxious to get them off. Her curves were nice. Big breasts, and a round ass that begged to be touched.
“You sure you’re okay with this, sweetheart?” Tracy asked Evie. I’d stopped listening to the conversation for a moment, she must have figured out the bride was right beside the groom.
Evie gave a devious smile and nodded.
“Okay,” she said to Logan. “Can you open your knees? I need some room.”
When Logan leaned back against the couch and relaxed his legs, Tracy put one knee between them, sliding it up and down, right over the fly of his pants. Her hands twisted behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, and she held the cups to her chest for a moment before dropping the fabric away.
Her tits were immediately in his face.
Evie’s breathing picked up as she watched the topless woman grind on her soon-to-be husband, but she didn’t look anxious. Nope, she was getting turned on. She crossed her legs and put her hands together in her lap, almost as if she wanted to touch Logan but didn’t want to get in the stripper’s way.
Tracy’s hands fondled her breasts, massaging them as she slid up and down his face. The music from the main stage was pumped into the VIP room and wafted from a speaker in the corner. She moved in time with the song that was all about fucking, letting her body give us a perfect visual.
When she straddled Logan’s lap and rode him, everyone else in the room froze. Were they as unprepared as I was for how hot the scene was? Logan’s hands splayed on her thighs around him, just resting there. Tracy didn’t seem to mind.
“Fuck, Evie, kiss me.”
A startled smile broke on her face. “Yeah? Are you having a hard time?”
“He’s getting there,” Tracy said, flashing a wink. Then she rose up on her knees, undulating while her hands ran up and down his chest, caressing him through his dress shirt.
I flinched when Dominic’s fingers skimmed my knee. I’d been so engrossed watching the show I hadn’t noticed he’d pulled his chair closer to mine. I leaned in and breathed in his ear, my words barely a whisper.
“I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“I know.” He gave me a triumphant smile.
This was Dominic when he was most in control, and he loved his power. There’d been so many nights when we’d played with Akira and Yuriko, and I’d been writhing under his command, desperate to hold it together and begging for him to fuck me. He’d spent the first few months following Akira’s lead when to reward, but his confidence had grown to no longer need advice. Dominic knew exactly when to give me what I craved, and how long to deny it to maximize our pleasure. Or make me crazy. Sometimes they were the same.
Tracy’s hand flowed down the line of buttons on the front of Logan’s shirt, over his belt, and . . .
“Shit.” Logan groaned it through clenched teeth.
I raised an eyebrow at Dominic. Was that sort of thing allowed? He shrugged.
“You’re barely looking at her,” Evie said to Logan. “Don’t you think she’s hot?”
I cut the chuckle off before it slipped out. She was taunting him, trying to win her bet, and I fucking loved it. Plus, she was right. It seemed as if Logan was struggling and avoiding the scene as much as possible.
He groaned, low and frustrated. His hand hooked around the nape of Evie’s neck and dragged her across the couch so he could crush his lips to hers while the stripper raked her fingernails over his zipper. I drew a deep breath in, sipping the air that was heavy with desire.
Tracy stood while Logan continued to deliver a passionate kiss, his mouth moving over Evie’s with reckless abandon. Tracy turned and sat in his lap, rubbing her ass against the bulge of Logan’s cock. Her creamy tits jiggled with her movements, and I fought to keep still. I wanted to touch her, or for Dominic to touch me, or both. My skin was tight with lust and I needed relief.
Evie moaned when Logan’s hand trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and settled on her breast. It was then that Tracy leaned to put her back against Logan’s chest, her head resting on his shoulder opposite Evie. The dancer continued to squirm, and her movements were obviously having an impact on him.
Her head turned toward him, and I caught a flash of Tracy’s tongue as it dipped out to lick the side of Logan’s neck. He jerked and his free hand wrapped around her hip.
“Look at him,” I whispered to Dominic. “Living the fucking dream.”
He smiled back like the devil.
Behind the gyrating body, Logan fought for breath, or maybe to maintain his control. To go more than a month without sex, to kissing Evie while a nearly naked stripper humped him . . .
“Someone’s a luck
y girl,” Tracy said, glancing at Evie. “His dick is huge.”
Evie’s face colored a shade of pink, and that was her only response. But the blush quickly faded when Tracy stood and swayed to the music, her fingers creeping beneath the band of lace at her hips. She rocked her thumbs down painfully slow, one side then the other, as her underwear began its taunting descent.
There was a sharp inhale from Evie when the red panties were lowered to mid-thigh, just below the money-filled garter. Tracy bent forward and set her warm hands on my knees. Her ass wiggled, shoving her bare pussy right in Logan’s face. All the while she smiled at me behind her glasses.
“You’re pretty fucking hot,” I said.
She tossed her hair over a shoulder, and for a split second I wondered if she was bashful, but she laughed softly. “Thanks, girl.”
“You never answered me,” Logan said, his voice hurried.
Evie’s gaze seemed unable to leave Tracy’s hypnotizing pussy. “About?”
“The guidelines, naughty girl. I need to know . . . what’s allowed.”
The dancer’s ankles came together. She stood straight, arched her back, and the panties fell to a heap at her feet. Holy fuck, she looked good in nothing but her money, glasses, and high heels. Dominic and I didn’t get to look at the long, nude curve of her body for more than a few seconds. She turned to face the couch and knelt between Logan’s knees while her hands ran along his inseam, working her way up.
“Fucking shit.” Logan combed his fingers through his hair and tipped his head back on the couch. Evie was sucking on his neck. Tracy’s hands unbuckled his belt. His pants were unsnapped and a zipper dropped. Oh my God.
It wasn’t clear if Logan was trying to sit up and stop Tracy, or if he was moving to make it easier. By the time he was sitting upright, the fully naked woman dropped down into his lap, right over his erection covered by a thin layered of black cotton.
“Shit. Shit, wait a minute,” he said. His hands were on her undulating hips in an attempt to stop her. His eyes were hooded with lust, but still focused on Evie. But this didn’t seem to bother his fiancé.
“Does she feel good?” Evie’s smile was diabolical, and pride burned warm in my veins. It was exciting to see this side of her, the one who was powerful. It had come out for a moment in Logan’s darkened bedroom that night last September when she’d let me join them. She’d pushed Logan right to the edge. Her voice was as commanding now as it had been then. “Tell me how bad you want me.”
“Goddamnit.”
“Tell me,” Evie goaded, “what you want to do to me.”
Tracy slithered over his cock, her pussy grinding against him. Were his eyes going to roll back into his head? He looked a half-second away from tossing Tracy away, slamming Evie into the couch, pushing her panties aside, and taking her in one, quick thrust.
He seemed like he might give up with his next breath.
“I want you to ride my fingers.” He was panting now. His face had an intense, raw expression. “I want you coming on my face. Now, fucking tell me . . . is that allowed?”
“You’ll violate the nudity—”
“No, naughty girl.” He gave her a frantic kiss, as if he only had a fingertip’s grip on his control. “Payton has blindfolds.”
Of course. Kind of cheating, but not. Clever, Logan.
chapter
FIVE
Evie’s blue eyes blinked at his question, and it was so clear. She wanted to say yes desperately, but also feared what giving him that power would do. I feared it as well. Men were most persuasive when they were on their knees.
“Answer me.” It was a whisper from Logan, but his demanding tone made it sound loud.
“Yes,” Evie said breathlessly. “But if you peek, I win.”
Logan’s smile was a million miles wide. “That won’t happen, but I get it.”
Tracy picked up the pace, sliding faster on him and the muscles along Logan’s jawline flexed. He looked like he was enduring punishment.
The pads of Dominic’s fingers traced circles on my knee and threatened to venture up onto my inner thigh. My legs parted slightly to make room and encourage, but he didn’t take the bait. He just sat there, tracing his infuriating and teasing circles while I ached for his touch.
The song faded out and was replaced by another, and the waves of Tracy’s hips slowed to a stop. “You want another dance, sexy?”
“No, thank you.” It was tight and relieved from Logan.
Oh, hell no. He’d survived the lap dance, but I sensed he was wound tighter than a spring. Maybe he just needed another push.
“She wants a dance,” I said, gesturing to Evie. “My treat.”
The noise of protest that escaped Logan sounded suspiciously nervous, as Tracy lifted onto her knees and began crawling into Evie’s lap. Who went statue-still with shock.
“You can touch me,” Tracy whispered, her voice warm like honey. “Forget about club rules, I don’t mind.” Her knees were planted on either side of Evie’s lap, and her hands tousled her light brown hair. Then her palms flowed down her neck, over her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples to keep them hard. Or maybe she simply enjoyed the sensation.
Tracy finished wandering her own body, and traveled over to the front of Evie’s dress. Her fingers dipped inside the neckline. Evie’s mouth fell open but no sound came out.
The woman glanced at Logan. “Is she shy?”
I snorted. “Only with strangers.”
“Oh, shit.” Evie’s shoulders shuddered when Tracy latched her lips on Evie’s neck. Hands moved under the neckline of her dress.
Dominic gripped my knee and tugged, drawing my focus to him. His dark, seductive look made my breath hitch. Lust hung heavy in the air, choked my lungs, and I was snared in his gaze.
“Get the fuck over here. You’re too far away,” he said in his rough, deep voice.
Too far away for him to undoubtedly torture me, but I went to him anyway, eager. I scrambled to sit sideways in his lap. His hold tangled in my hair and yanked me down into his kiss while his other hand slid up my leg, diving beneath my skirt.
Fuck yes.
I could hear movement on the couch that sounded as if Logan was doing up his pants. Did he have blue balls, aching to be inside his fiancé? Because I could fucking relate. Whatever the female equivalent of that was, I had it. I needed Dominic. Somehow the restraint Evie had placed on Logan had an effect on me. It was like how denial instantly intensifies a craving.
Dominic feathered the lightest touch over my panties, but it was a bolt of static electricity on my sensitized skin.
“Yes,” I whispered. “More.”
His lips hovered by the shell of my ear. “Where?” His fingers brushed again. “Here?”
“Yes,” I hissed. I gripped his forearm and squeezed. I both hated and loved his teasing.
“But you didn’t say please, Payton.”
“Fuck.” I squirmed to try to get his fingers against me. I was soaking through the lace, and now I wished he hadn’t given me permission to wear the underwear. The barrier between us needed to go, but Dominic held me firm.
Logan’s voice cut through the fog, spoken with pride. “Naughty girl.”
Holy shit. Evie had a hand on Tracy’s tits, and her big, blue eyes stared up at the naked woman writhing in her lap. There was a tiny, unexpected spark of jealousy at this, which was ridiculous. I was the last woman Evie had been with. She and Logan hadn’t invited anyone else to play after me, or so she said. I loved my best friend, but not in that way, and I’d gone on to play with other women, so wasn’t I a fucking hypocrite?
“Is this okay?” she whispered to Logan.
His hand pushed down his erection, adjusting in his seat. “Are you serious? It’s so fucking hot.” He leaned in and swallowed her moan as he kissed her.
Dominic pressed a finger right to my clit, and I jolted. “Eyes on me, devil woman.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’d meant it to sound sarcastic, but this ma
n made me fall apart. His expression was full of power and control as he stroked me. His fingers toyed with the seam, mocking that he’d move the fabric to the side and really touch me.
Speaking of mocking . . .
“Did you need something?” Evie said. I didn’t dare take my eyes off Dominic, but I could hear the confidence in her voice. “You look like you need something.”
“I’m fine, Evie.” It would have been more believable if Logan’s voice hadn’t sounded uneven. “But watching you suck on her tits has me so fucking hard.”
“What? I haven’t done that.”
“You’re about to.”
Evie blew out a breath. It was quiet, and then Tracy’s low moan rang out. I wanted to watch what was happening. I was turned away to face Dominic, but he could see it all, and since I was in his lap, I felt the subtle jerk of his cock against my thigh.
His gaze flicked up to meet mine, and an indecent smile crept over him. “Your friend’s licking the stripper’s tits.”
Why was I surprised that she’d done it? Obviously she didn’t have a problem with women, and Logan had basically told her to. The good girl loved following his commands. But I was thrilled, too. This had been strategic on Evie’s part, I was sure. She’d do what she could to win.
“And what about your friend? Does he look ready to break a rule?”
Even without seeing him, I could feel Logan’s gaze boring into me. “No, he doesn’t,” he answered for Dominic.
But since I had obeyed my fiancé, he rewarded me. My breath evaporated in a shiver when my panties were tugged to the side and a finger plunged inside. My fingernails dug into his forearm at the welcomed intrusion.
“Slow,” the rough voice echoed in my ear, just a whisper. “Don’t rush me, or I’ll stop. You don’t want that, do you?”
I shook my head and clamped my teeth together to choke back the plea for more, and faster, and harder. God, all of what he’d give me, if only I had patience. Pleasure grew in slow waves, building with Dominic’s painstakingly slow pace, and the thumb that teased my clit.
A soft moan slipped from my lips. If he expected me to be quiet, he was going to have to tell me.
